Loz scooped Yazoo up in his arms. "Don't worry... we'll find help... I... I..." Loz was on his knees holding Yazoo to his chest. He didn't know what he was going to do. He had made it thru many tough places with his brothers but now... it was just Loz, holding a bloody Yazoo in his arms, wishing for someone there to hold him too. Loz picked up Yazoo and tried to walk towards the road where the bikes were, but found his knees rather useless. He fell back to his knees and yelled at the top of his lungs. "AHHH!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I don't know what to do..." He pressed his hand on Yazoo's wound. " Why are you so stupid sometimes?" He lifted his hand, and looked at his glove. The black leather shone with blood.

"Gah... Lozsss..." Yazoo hissed, the pain from the wound must have been overwhelming to Yazoo, who rarely was shot. Loz pressed a finger to Yazoo's lips.

"Shhh... don't talk. I'm going to find us help... I hope." Loz looked at Yazoo, who was partially conscious. He stared at his younger brother. What do I do? I'm not a leader... I don't know what to do. Please Mother, don't take Yazoo, too... please. Loz repeated this prayer in his head as he tried once more to stand. This attempt failed, but not as quickly as the other had.

" GAH! Ohh.." Yazoo cried out in pain as the pair fell to the ground. Loz had braced him, but the impact was still strong enough to hurt him. Though only a few feet, The bullet still stayed buried in Yazoo's chest. "Loz..." Yazoo's words came out slightly stronger than before.

Loz pressed his finger to Yazoo's lips. "Don't talk..." His throat felt tight and choked on his held-back tears. Ever since the day they were "born" he had been the oldest. Not that he really tried to be the leader. That was Kadaj. He was always strong, but that didn't make up for the sheer inner helplessness he felt. Right now, that inner-helplessness was destroying every sliver of hope he had. Loz looked at Yazoo. The sight of his beloved brother making his heart bleed. "Yazoo..."

Yazoo, the long- haired sharpshooter, stared straight into a void of nothingness. His normally catlike-bluegreen eyes were cloudy, and his hair drifted flaccidly into his face like molten silver. But what tore Loz's heart to bits were the streams of tears on his face. Yazoo's eyes remained open, and the tears flowed strongly. No sounds of pain or sorrow escaped him. Only his silent, bitter tears. Loz looked away. He knew these eyes. These were the eyes of a dying man. These were the eyes, of a dying brother.

Loz stood again, his knees trembling. He didn't care. He would slide to the road on his stomach using his teeth if he had to. He was NOT going to lose what little bit of comfort he had left in this cruel world.

Several minutes later...

Loz walked on, his legs and knees growing stronger as he bent his strength to his will. "I'll save you Yazoo. If I die trying, I'm a failure. If I succeed, forgive me." Loz remembered how Yazoo had said he hurt. It did hurt. Everything that reminded them of Kadaj hurt. Even looking into each others eyes searcing for comfort reminded them of Kadaj. They were drifting apart, leaving Loz with a feeling to far away to be pain, and too close to be sorrow.

"Loz, the world is a cruel place." Yazoo held Loz's shoulders. " We have each other. Me, you, and Kadaj. We'll ALWAYS be together.: Yazoo's long hair was in a loose ponytail and strands drifted into his shining eyes.

"Always?" Loz wiped tears from his eyes.

"Of course Loz!" Kadaj, the youngest said. " We're brothers. Right Yazoo?"

"Right." Yazoo put an arm over either of his brothers' shoulders. " At times, the world is a bitter and unkind place. We don't fit in. I won't lie to you. No matter what, no matter when, no matter HOW, we will ALWAYS be together. " Yazoo pulled them all together into a hug. "Forever and for always, right?"

"Forever and for always." Kadaj snuggled against his older brothers.

"Forever and for always!" Loz wrapped his arms around both his brothers. "Forever... and for always."

Loz came to from his thoughts and found himself at the road. The bike engines were cold now. He wasted no time. He evaluated the bikes. Yazoo's was lightly built, considering Yazoo himself was lightly built. It was faster, and slimmer. Loz looked at his. It was made for endurance, and made to be able to hold two people. Quite recently when Yazoo's bike had been split in two, they had resorted to the very same thing. Loz looked at Yazoo's bike again.

Quickly, he stepped towards his bike. Yazoo's would never be able to support them both and would be far too slow. Loz sat on the bike, Yazoo in front of him. He also took out a long, black leather cord and wove it around Yazoo's waist, tying them together. He needed both hands to control the bike, and couldn't hold up Yazoo.

"Please Mother, and whatever God there is, help me save Yazoo. Please..." Loz gunned the engine and started his journey. Where it would lead to was unclear, but one thing was crystal clear. He had failed Kadaj, and he sure as hell wasn't going to repeat his same mistakes with Yazoo.

"I've done my share of crying, now it's my turn to save you."